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Chapter 11 Ingenuity

No one proudly explained the 160-year history of Colt, no one introduced what kind of guns the machinery in the factory was used to produce, and no one was talking about the first generation of entrepreneurs of the Colt family, Samuel Colt, who was like the founding father, on the commercial level and the ridiculous experiments he had when he was young... When walking in the dusty factory on the weekend, only footsteps were left in the factory.≧≯≯The huge machines were silent and dusty. There was no work of workers in front of the machine, and there was no laughter in the lounge. This factory, which should have been roaring loudly, was ashamedly lowering her head, as if she glared at him with anger, just like a centenarian looking at her incompetent descendants.

Perhaps, at this time, Colt was full of regret and regretted not being able to revitalize the family business, otherwise Colt might not have been able to become the leader of aircraft carrier-level enterprises like Boeing and Rockefeller...

I looked at him over the weekend and could see the pride of the past and the decadence of the present in his eyes. However, the machines in front of me made the Los Angeles star detective extremely unfamiliar: "Mr. Colt, don't you want to introduce me to who they are?"

who.

When this word fell in Colt's heart, the scene of time and space shuttled into his eyes. The scenes that were constantly recalled in his mind were connected again and again. Finally, the glory of the Colt family decades ago reappeared. This is the newly built factory, the roar of machinery and the vulgar jokes of workers when working. The deadly weapon that can kill human life shines on the production line, and vehicles escorted by the military drove out from one end of the factory, everything was like yesterday.

"The machine beside you is called Emerson. It is a big guy who produces the m16 barrel. It also makes the m16 the most stable assault rifle in the world." Little Colt sighed and refused to look at the machine and said: "The name Emerson was named by my grandfather. He believes that these big guys who can bring wealth to the Colt family should be respected by everyone, but it seems that he is the only one who will call it his name."

Of course, I don’t know if the m16 was the most stable firearm in the world at that time, but Colt’s voice continued: “Later, the Afghan war broke out, and the US and British forces entered Afghanistan. Precision and Colt reached a cooperation agreement. We will provide stable weapons for the US and British forces. Therefore, this machine was modified and carried out a lot of rectification to produce the barrel of the l115a3 sniper rifle. Now it has only an empty shell left.”

After Colt finished speaking, he stopped all the descriptions and slowly closed his mouth.

I looked back on the weekend and the soldier in charge of coming to this factory with him ran out quickly. When I came back, he held a full black sniper rifle in his hand, which was the l115a3 sniper rifle.

"Mr. Colt, are you talking about this gun?"

Colt took the gun and glanced. The next second, he squatted on the ground, raised his hand and disassembled the gun into multiple parts, then took out the barrel and looked carefully before saying: "Yes, this barrel was indeed produced by Emerson, but... this is impossible. This machine has not been moved for at least two years, not to mention that the weapons we produced did not leave any inventory, and a single one that never fell was sent to the battlefield."

After looking carefully again, Colt continued: "No, except for the barrel, this gun is actually all...produced by this factory..."

He asked over the weekend: "Can you confirm?"

"Of course!" Colt said without any doubt: "Look at this..."

He shook his head over the weekend and said, "I don't understand guns."

This sentence was said, Colt immediately lost interest in introducing it, as if he had been hooked up by someone and only saw a stone girl: "I mean, we are obviously different from the l115a3 sniper rifle produced by precision companies. This difference is so big that an insider can recognize it at a glance."

"Do you know who Craig Harrison is?"

I reached out to touch my chest on the weekend and nodded with a smile. The pain seemed to still exist in my memory.

Colt pointed to the gun in his hand and explained in words that the other party could understand: "The l115a3 sniper rifle produced by Precision Company can allow Craig Harrison to shoot and kill two hostile militants 2,475 meters away, but this gun will definitely deviate after a fixed range, even if it is still used by Craig."

hiss!

I took a breath over the weekend and shared that I could live to this day not because Craig Harrison was too careful, but because the gun was very different from the weapons produced by precision companies.

"We don't have the rigidity of the British. After ensuring the stability of the shooting and fixed shooting range, we did not spare any cost for the performance of the firearms. After all, Colt is a company for profit purposes. The contract only contains the requirements expressed in data. Our responsibility is to complete the contract. However, the sniper rifle sent to the ace sniper is completely different. They will maximize the performance of the firearms. Their purpose is not to exchange guns for money, but also to use weapons to ensure the safety of the ace sniper's life."

I now know how Colt fell on the weekend, and I also know why the United States has to buy military and police weapons from abroad after owning the world's most powerful military industry. Because they are all businessmen behind these military enterprises.

A businessman has no ingenuity. Ingenuity only belongs to an artist who is tirelessly pursuing perfection. Even if the artist only carries a nut in front of the lathe, what he makes is perfect, otherwise he will not be able to stand it himself. What about Colt Company? The businessman's purpose is very clear, it is just efficiency.

"How many people in Los Angeles are qualified to return to this factory and start this machine without anyone noticing?"

The key to solving the case was asked over the weekend. Since Colt recognized the gun, it is very likely that the gun was produced in this factory, otherwise, this clue would not be explained.

"No one can do it."

Colt replied: "Colt is a company with extremely strict confidentiality system. After we filed for bankruptcy, all the machinery in the company was protected by the government. It is impossible for anyone to touch these machines for 24 hours. The key is that the important components of these machines have been taken away by the government, and what we see now is just an empty shell."

A sigh slowly appeared from Colt. He said in a very slow voice: "The factory was demolished at that time, and I really couldn't stand it anymore. The grass was assembled bit by bit after the government's protection was withdrawn. It took me a whole year to restore it to its original appearance."
Chapter completed!
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